Saturday, August 27, 2005

It's pie!

Amazing what one can accomplish when one is suppose to be cleaning the garage.

Friday, August 26, 2005

Help me Martha

I'm trying to clean up the garage before we leave for our trip to Italy, and I am truly stumped on some of this. What the hell do you do with perfectly usable stuff, or things that have borderline sentimental value, that doesn't seem to belong anywhere at all?

Suggestions welcome.

Saturday, August 20, 2005

Only two weeks

It seems impossible, but only two weeks have passed since these flowers were standing next to a large ice sculpture. The flowers have wilted and the ice sculpture has melted, predictably. Wilted and Melted should not also described the entity they heralded.

I guess flowers and ice don't stand up well to flames...

Monday, August 15, 2005


About a year ago I walked up and down Pike and took pictures. I used to drive up this street every morning, from 1st to Boren, and I was always intrigued with how the street changed in those 8 or so blocks. On my last birthday, I took the day off and drove downtown as usual, except this time I parked and walked up Pike, taking pictures along the way. It's kinda a photo essay of the street.

This one is my favorite...between 1st and 2nd Avenues. It's the most exciting block in that there's a fair combination of junkies and tourists mixed in together.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

By request: Ramon

Really? This is a first. Here he is, in his favorite pose...

To fully appreciate The Mons, one must linger on his most prominent feature: his yelling apparatus...

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

RIP: Aug 2003 - Mar 2005

I've had this new blog for several months, but somehow I really miss my old blog. "Rebecca's Anytime Pancakes" represented 1.5 years of silly keyboard puttering. None of what I wrote held any real value or importance, but somehow life's minutiae becomes a comforting personal history.

Since that content is probably gone forever, I'll pay homage by summing up some of the old posts:

The "War on Terror" is a ridiculous slogan
My former neighbors and their divorce
Snow day in Seattle
The revenge of the tent caterpillars
Party/costume recaps
List of 50 things I'd like to accomplish
Cashing large, expired check
Stories from the commute
Paint selections for my office
Trips to UK, Romania, Nebraska, Hawaii, Victoria
Britta in utero
Selling house, buying condo
About donors

Hotel rooftop in Barlad, Romania. Lots of adorable communist-era concrete structures. September, 2003.

I visited some donors who were as awkward and uncomfortable as the furniture that pervaded their monstrous cold house. Spring 2004.

A rodeo taking place near the site of the family reunion. June, 2004

Hawaii! This one is from somewhere outside of Kona on the Big Island. We tooled around the island with Ray's dad. August, 2004

New floor in my new condo. August, 2004.

Darth Mahler in Victoria. September, 2004.

Jack-o-lantern. October, 2004

This photo wasn't in the old blog, but they're the cool cowboy boots I got from Ray for Christmas. Rock on John Fluevog. December, 2004.

Sunday, August 7, 2005

Being "the boy"

Somehow I have always selected men who are better housewives than I. Ray is in Washington DC yucking it up with some feds, and I'm here at home. My jeans are in a pile on the dining room floor. There are dirty glasses...everywhere. The entire Lord of the Rings DVD collection is spread atop several living room surfaces. I reused a plate for dinner. I've had a good go of eating crap for 36 hours straight. My damp towel from the pool is sitting on the floor next to the washing machine. There are various types of sandals strewn from one end of the house to another.

Ray, I promise me 'n the house will be back to normal by tomorrow night.